A mind of many things

“திரும்பிப் பார்ப்பதற்கும் திரும்பிச் செல்லுவதற்குமான கண நேர இடைவெளி…

The decisive moment between turning to look back and looking to go back…”

I was deeply emotional when I wrote this. It struck me, out of nowhere, that making a decision takes only a moment. You can deliberate endlessly, circling the same thought, but the final choice always happens in a single instant.

The writing style here is called eisegesis; the process by which a reader projects their own experiences, emotions, and interpretations onto a text, sometimes extending beyond the author’s original intent. I came across this word today, and it made me realize how differently this quote can be perceived, depending on each person’s journey.

At this exact moment of indecision “Do you turn around to go back, or do you simply look back and keep moving forward?”

Here’s another one…

“பிடித்த பக்கங்களை மட்டுமே கிழித்து சேர்த்து ஒரு கதையாய் ஆக்கிட முடியாது…

You can’t make a story by putting together only your favorite pages of a book.”

It resonates with each person’s unique circumstances, mindset, and journey at the precise moment it is read. And honestly, it mirrors my everyday emotions and internal conflicts.

I also unintentionally wrote a paradox - ஒரு சேர காண்கையில் இயல்நிலை கடந்த ஒன்று ஆனால் அடிபடையில் ஒன்றானது. Again, from my own perspective; the state of mind in that fleeting moment - 

There are times when we are searching for something or someone yet we do not wish to be found. It feels like a covert act: you want to fulfill your longing by discovering what you seek is a hidden truth, a long-awaited understanding of something but when that very moment turns to face you, you retreat, you do not want to be seen.

“கிடைத்திட கூடாதெனவே தேடிக் கொண்டே இருக்கிறேன்!

I am always searching because I don’t want to be found.”

Every day, we live with a certain confusion. Our decision-making seems to lag while the mind races trying to manage the ordinary rhythms of life, yet constantly pulling us back into thoughts, dreams, and expectations that remain just beyond our reach. It feels as though we are surrounded by them, yet unable to touch them and even if we could, it might shatter something that has, so far, remained intact, despite the quiet pain it carries.

“சில சமயங்களில் நாமெல்லாம் குழப்பங்களின் கைதிகள்…

At some point, we are all prisoners of our own confusions…”

A conceptual metaphor - confusions are prisons we are stuck on to. Some of us can get out easily while some just prefer to stay…

I find myself trapped in an endless loop of thoughts; my mind relentlessly turning, even as I carry out the most mundane tasks. At times, it feels as though I no longer exist in reality, that my soul has wandered elsewhere, searching for what I cannot yet grasp.

“தேடுவது எதுவென தெரியுமெனில் சற்றே தொலைவதில் தவறில்லை…

If you know your destination, it is ok to be lost…”

Another paradox. On the surface they contradict but underneath they coexist logically. It is ok to be a little lost as long as you know your destination.